The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 155: Crumpled nightgown

Facing the window, which was in the opposite direction from the door, where his wife welcomed her maids to help her start the day, Canillas closed his eyes while suppressing the uneasy feelings that surged again when the word husband was delivered through her soft voice.

Although it sounded like a gust of the wind, it seeped deeply into his ears, giving him a peculiar feeling but like a prick in his heart.

He thought that he would feel joy when he heard her call him husband, as he had always been when he listened to that admission about his status when she introduced him to Mrs. Powel and last night when she stood for him from the impudent Viscount. However, this time was different.

Canillas wondered why he could not feel joy as he expected, but that uneasy feeling that came to him struck his core like a bolt of the blue.

As he lay on his chest, Canillas could still vividly smell the calming scent and feel the warmth that was left by his cruel wife.

Opening his eyes to stare back at the window where the light of dawn had taken over the serenade of the black night, Canillas not only suppressed the uneasy feeling that was inflicted by the way she called him husband but also by the sight of the part of her body that she had always hidden well and was surely not able to be seen by others but by herself and her maids who attended to her.

Gritting his teeth, Canillas closed his eyes, trying to push aside all the uneasiness inside him, including putting up with the pain that was caused by the tortured thing that was raging down there.

Under such a torturous situation, Canillas wondered what the impudent Viscount’s reaction would be if he knew that General von Rodega’s wife was still untouched. Would he still be fully confident in offering his untouched daughter to him? Canillas wondered, and a bitter smile appeared on his painful-looking face.

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After preparing to leave in a hurry due to the schedule that was not carried out as it was supposed to be, Joanna managed to get ready to leave the inn. And it was all thanks to Bianca and Lucy, who worked hard to double their speed in helping her finish the preparation more quickly than usual.

The usual calm and relaxed way of preparing was no longer working this time.

Fortunately, the current weather supported them not to perspire, although they had to warm up their bodies by moving around as if having exercise at the crack of dawn. Otherwise, it would only add more guilt inside Joanna for both of them, who had to work harder because of her deed.

The guilt had already struck Joanna when she found both of her trusted maids standing in front of the door, probably shivering as they were surrounded by cold air for about forty-five minutes.

Before the present occurrence, every time she happened to stay in the inn, Bianca and Lucy would knock on the door to wake her up if she happened to be still asleep, even though it was rare to happen as Joanna was like having a system that made her wake up based on the time she set before sleeping.

Aside from that, the knock on the door was also a sign to inform her that her trusted maids came to help her get ready to start the day.

Unlike when she was at home, Bianca could not freely enter her assigned room to check the fireplace if it was extinguished, to wake her up if she happened to wake up late, or to help her get ready to start the day, as she had to lock the room from inside for her safety.

However, this present time, Bianca could not knock on the door either, as she was not alone in the room like she used to be. Hence, Bianca and Lucy could only wait for her to wake up and open the door for them to enter.

The reaction of both Bianca and Lucy when they found her disheveled state once she opened the door was playing vividly in Joanna’s memory.

She had not adjusted her crumpled nightgown and robe once she jumped off the bed and dashed toward the door. Her long, wavy hair was also more disarrayful than usual, a strong indication that she had just had a frantic, long struggle to free her body from the stubborn, large man who caged her in his embrace.

It did not mean that Joanna had always woken up neatly because she did not make a lot of moves in her sleep. But even in her sleepy state, Joanna usually tidied up her sleeping attire and untangled her thick hair with her fingers so that she never appeared in so much disarray when she just woke up.

However, she did not have time for that this time, as her main focus was dashing to the door as fast as she could. That way she could be away from the man, who had embraced her in her sleep, as she was afraid if he happened to change his mind and snatched her from behind to ask her to sleep more, even doing more than that, after he saw what he should not have seen from her.

Aside from that, she had to prepare to leave as soon as possible, as she could not make her father question her unusual habit and wait for too long anymore.

Thus, her state at that moment indeed invited questions about what she had done the whole night with her companion, which was her husband, which made her wake up late and appear disheveled by the door with her breath going rampant.

As if that surprised expression was not enough to be displayed on the faces of Bianca and Lucy, when they stepped inside the room, Joanna noticed Lucy’s breath faintly hitched as she halted from her track abruptly when she saw the state of the bed along with the man lying on it.

Nevertheless, Bianca did not react as transparently as Lucy, as she remained calm, quickly schooling her composure not long after she found out her peculiar state. The way the senior maid behaved just indicated how experienced she was in handling such a situation, showing how many years had passed since she had served the noble house. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Before long, Bianca quietly reprimanded Lucy through her glare and one single word, ’Behave!’ that was spoken in a firm whisper near her ear, to which Lucy soon fixed her demeanor to follow the rule that she was supposed to obey.

It also did not go unnoticed by Joanna that when the General went to the bathroom, which took a longer time than he did last night, Bianca stealthily observed the bed sheet while tidying it as if searching for something.

However, it was not hard for Joanna to guess what the senior maid had tried to find, as it was also the main thing that she always tried to find every time she ended up in the same bed as her so-called husband.